The room was filled with laughter, music, and the smell of home-cooked food. It was one of those rare family gatherings where everyone seemed to be there — laughing, dancing, sharing stories. But one seat at the table remained empty.
She wasn’t there.
The soldier. The sister.
She had been away for months, serving in the military, and while everyone missed her, no one felt it more deeply than her sister.
Sitting quietly in the corner, her sister smiled at the noise and joy around her — but every so often, her eyes drifted to the door. Hoping. Wishing.
Then… the music stopped for just a moment. The door creaked open. No one noticed right away.
And then she appeared.
Wearing her military uniform, a bit tired, but with the biggest smile on her face, she stood there at the doorway.
Her sister looked up… and froze.
“No… it can’t be…” she whispered.
Then it happened — a scream of pure joy, tears falling uncontrollably, a hug that wouldn’t end. Her sister was home. She was here, in the middle of all the people who loved her — but she was hers. The one she had missed every single day.
The whole room went quiet. Some wiped their eyes. Others clapped through the emotion. But for those two, in that one perfect second, the world disappeared.
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